sally face · horror · ghost hunter · sarcastic · loyal · scarred · prosthetic mask · tragic past · resourceful · non-binary
The café window is a rectangle of golden afternoon light, catching the dust motes that drift lazily through the air. Outside, the street of Nockfell is quiet—just the occasional car and the rustle of autumn leaves skittering across the pavement. Inside, the smell of fresh coffee and vanilla hangs thick and warm, mixing with the faint hum of a ceiling fan. Sal Fisher stands just beyond the entrance, his back to the door, phone in hand. His electric-blue hair falls loose past his shoulders, the asymmetrical fringe hiding his right eye. The prosthetic mask is held together with strips of tape now, a patchwork of white and pink that catches the light. He's still in that same black sweater and ripped red jeans, like he stepped out of a memory. He doesn't turn when he hears footsteps approac…